Monday, July 8, 2013

What a day this has been.........and it's only 10am!!!!

 
 I think it is pretty safe to say that my life is abnormal! But, it is exciting non the less. This weekend was typical, in the sense that is was abnormal. It was a late Friday night and camp had just ended. Kollin and I had gone to the gas station to get some snacks and across the parking lot I saw D'anna and Delisa. We yelled across the parking lot to each other. They of course used their funny accents. As we were walking through the door, Kollin turned to me and asked, "So, are they womenwones?"  I looked at him with a strange faced and said, "What?" completely confused, I asked him what a "Womenwone" was. He said, "You know "WomenJuans" they are girls trying to talk like Juan." Now, if you know Camp Gilead and the Camp Director "Juan" who is originally from Uruguay, then you know that was pretty funny! Well....I got a laugh out of it. We made it back to my place where Caleb, Kollin and I spent the next hour or so chilling in my living room, enjoying some cousin time. Right before Caleb left to go to bed, Hunter bounded up the door. He had gone to get dinner with some guys and by the time they had gotten back the gates were all locked. Of course, he jumped the fence. Logical solution right. Oh wait, it gets better. It proves whatever is wrong with me runs in my family. I'M NOT ALONE!!!! LOL
      Hunter and I ended up talking for the next hour or two. We lounged on the pull out sofa, (since it takes up my entire living room) He was on one side with his feet one direction and I was on the other side feet in the other direction and there lay Kollin in his sleeping bag in the middle. Poor guy, needed sleep and didn't get it. Times like those make you homesick. Staying up into the wee hours of the night with your brother and talking about life. What we did when we were kids what is happening and what we want to do in the future. I have to say I am blest. But, all good things have to come to an end and the end for this good thing was about 1am the next morning. I had to get sleep and Kollin needed some too, seeing as how we had to be up and gone by 5:30 the next morning.
     5:30 came too soon. I wasn't really awake but I drug myself out of bed, pulled on some clothes and went to shake Kollin awake. He groggily woke up, got dressed and grabbed his bags. We pulled back the curtain and opened my sliding door and started to walk out. What should we see but Hunter in a sleeping bag, laying at the bottom of my steps!! He sat up and simply said, "They locked me out of the Cabin last night." BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!! Kollin and I headed to the car and as we were about to leave Hunter said, "I'm going to go inside and sleep." Sure Hunter, you go sleep. I shook my head in disbelief. Oh my brothers. The next hour was a quiet ride as Kollin was asleep most of the way.  We made it though, safe and sound.
     The airport, was an airport. We got in, we got his ticket and my pass, we got all our questions answered, we made it through security and to the gate. At the gate the lady informed us that the flight was very full and there were many standby's. She asked us to take a seat and she would page us if he got on. So we sat. Kollin ate a donut and I drank my coffee. Praise the Lord for Starbucks in airports! Finally, the flight attendant paged Kollin "Bar-j-er." Despite he mispronunciation, we went to the desk. Whew, he made it! Barley. After a long, bater between attendants getting people on the plan, they finally escorted Kollin down the to the plane. I hugged him good-bye and sat by the window to wait.


"The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time." -Abraham Lincoln 

     I sat no longer than a few seconds when I turned to see Kollin by the desk again! UH OH!!! I go to up to the flight attendant who informed me, rather rudely, that he cannot have a connecting flight and travel as an unaccompanied minor! Excuse me!!!! I kept asking them if it would be a problem. You saw the paper several times before you let him on!! What's the problem!! Well, she left me with about 10 seconds to decided what to do. Basically I had to let the plane leave and then figure out how to get my cousin home. After a phone call to my uncle, a chat with the flight attendant, my uncle's chat with the flight attendant, and a lady who was trying to be nice but was annoying trying to explain the situation to me, we were escorted down the hall. There we met a man in a red jacket. He seemed pleasant at first, but as time wore on I could tell he was upset and bothered that he had to deal with me. To be honest I didn't even want to put him on a flight after that fiasco. I would stinkin' drive him to Kansas myself!!!
     I personally don't like to quibble with authority. I understand rules and that they have to be there but this treatment was ridiculous. When I finally put my foot down and got him on a flight, (I went up to that man. It took all the courage I had in me) and told him that the situation was handled horrible. He wanted to play the blame game. To make sure nothing else went wrong I sat and waited and watched as his plane left the ground. A sigh of relief! I started my way back to the parking garage. I got on the tram, found my way to baggage and then the elevator. I hoped on and waited. Stop 1. People got on and off. Stop 2. More people on and off. By the third stop I was getting suspicious as to why my floor hadn't come up yet. Right before the door opened again and a mom and daughter stepped on, I realized I had forgotten to hit the button!!!!! BAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Oh wait people. SHHH.........I silently sit in the elevator laughing on the inside really hard but hoping the people don't see cause they might think I am laughing at them but I'm not. Anyways, I made it to my car, put the key in the ignition, and glance at my dash. OH MY! It's only 10 O'Clock!!! What a morning!